And he looked at her with open eyes, the bone of his heavy brow a bastion above, the flesh of his face wealthy below, and in those eyes she glimpsed an imperium, a mechanism of rule building itself from the work of so many million hands. Remorseless not out of cruelty or hate but because it was too vast and too set on its destiny to care for the small tragedies of its growth. She saw this not merely in the shape of his eyes and the flatness of his regard, but in what they recalled — things he had said and done suddenly understood. And she knew that Farrier had let her see this, as a warning, as a promise.

I love this and will pre-order this book and yet gah, I feel like what I wanted to say has now been said, much better.

LARP/Social
– Had RP day with other folks from my warband in 5G
– Hosted a visit from Mel & Will

Other Media
– Listened to Writing Excuses 10.32, “How Do I Control the Speed of the Story”
– Listened to Happier with Gretchen Rubin, episodes 23 and 24
– Watched the RiffTrax of The Magic Sword
– Played two games of Tragedy Looper
– Played Race For the Galaxy